Martin, who was still breathing, was the only one left in the hall, groaning in pain. His internal organs had been smashed by many powerful punches, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he would not be able to survive for much longer.
He took steady steps towards Salia, who was standing at the same spot with a sweet smile on her face. The flowing magic patterns on his gown added to his mysterious aura. Stopping, he habitually reached out his hand to stroke the little girl's blue hair, gave her a thumbs up, and said, "Well done!"
The little girl smiled and squinted her eyes.
Sylner, who had been standing beside Zaliya and hadn't been able to help, had to be convinced. She admired Zaliya's quick attack and defense. Hearing so many praises, Sylner didn't feel jealous at all. Instead, she sincerely felt that Zaliya deserved it.
At this moment, the people in the hall finally realized what had happened in less than ten seconds. The people who were running away gradually stopped. The guards arrived late and tried to save the guests who had been assassinated, but they were helpless to find that they were all dead.
There were four people who had been assassinated. Three of them were nobles, and one of them was the general of Sibor's garrison. It could even be said that the upper class of Sibor had lost a few important figures with real power. The death of these people had a great impact on the economic and military system of Sibor. The positions of the nobles were always closely linked. The sudden death of so many people with real power, some of whom were even the leaders of their factions, would inevitably lead to a new power struggle.
It could be said that the political execution of Sibor would be greatly reduced in the next few months!
However, Victoria, who had not considered all these, felt her heart beating rapidly. The feeling of brushing shoulders with the Grim Reaper was too horrifying. The female Count, who had never experienced an assassination before, felt her legs trembling violently.
But on the surface, she looked very calm. A mature politician would not allow their true emotions to be shown.
Looking at the guests who had gradually stopped running, she discreetly wiped the sweat on her palms and said in a trembling voice, "Due to an emergency, please calm down. We need to deal with it urgently. Of course, everyone here should know what should be said and what should not be said."
A strong woman was indeed a strong woman. With just a few words, she immediately stabilized the uneasy atmosphere at the scene. However, the people who were still alive and well a moment ago had either their chests split open or turned into minced meat in the next moment. This scene still made the guests of the "upper class", who had never experienced such a big scene, look very unpleasant.
Noda ran over with a solemn expression while protecting Elena. He opened his mouth and asked, "Another assassin?"
"Yes, but it's not the undead."
Many pointed at Martin, who was lying on the ground, gasping for air. "But I don't think we can get anything out of him. I just want to know why there's an assassin among the attendants."
The second half of the sentence was asked to Count and Victoria in a serious manner.
The female Count did not put on any airs anymore.
Her dissatisfaction from before had already disappeared because of Many's strong performance in the past ten seconds.
More importantly, that seemingly weak little girl turned out to be a magician!
And she seemed to listen to the words of the mercenary in front of her!
How could this not shock Victoria?
Magicians were known as the "uncrowned nobles" in the continent!
Even if you were once a beggar, once you became a Magician recognized by the Magician Union, you would be treated like a noble no matter where you went!
Beginner Magicians were already like this, not to mention Advanced Magicians!
Not to mention the little girl in front of her, who had released more than ten spells in the blink of an eye, and they were all from different Elements!
It was not that Victoria had never seen a Magician before. Although she was still young, she had seen a lot more than the average person due to her high position.
In her less than ten years of political career, the most powerful person Victoria had seen was a sixth-grade Magician. He was known as the "Magic Star" of the southern part of the Empire. Because of his outstanding talent, he had been honored and shrouded in all kinds of halos from a young age. No matter where he went, he would always be surrounded by people. Furthermore, he had once killed a sixth-grade "Three-eyed Bull" by himself, which became a legend.
But today, when she saw Salia turn three people into pieces within three seconds, and cast a total of eight Wind Shields at the same time, Victoria finally understood what a real Magician was!
This was a Magician with unparalleled power, able to take someone's life with a wave of their hand!
Victoria, who was lost in her thoughts, did not hear many questions. Only when many impolitely tapped on her shoulder did she suddenly jolt and come back to her senses.
At this moment, when the guard saw many being so impolite to Count, he really did not dare to breathe loudly. There was no other reason — the scene of Many casually sending the assassin flying with a punch and elbow was too shocking!
Thinking back to how the assassin had been sent flying with a punch, the two guards beside Count felt that if they were the ones who had been hit like that, they would have died long ago!
Victoria's expression was a little awkward as she replied, "I'm not sure either … but, thank you, Xu …"
"Many, no need to thank me."
Many knew that she would not remember his name, so he helped her finish the sentence, but did not even look at her. He turned his head and said to Karl and the others who had been dragged over by Noda, "It's not too safe here, we need to go back as soon as possible.
Noda, prepare the carriage and take another route; Sylvia, catch! "
Many took out Sylvia's longbow and arrows from the Space Ring and threw them over. "Be aware of any sudden incidents at all times. Salia, maintain the shield and guard Karl and Elena, understood?"
Everyone nodded without any objection.
"Go!" Many waved his hand, and everyone immediately carried out the order and walked towards the exit.
There was no unnecessary nonsense, no unnecessary action. This kind of tactical accomplishment made the guards beside Victoria feel ashamed. Even the two little girls, Sylvia and Salia, looked serious and did not hesitate at all. This made the group of guards who only knew how to drink and fart every day feel their faces burning.
Many walked straight towards Martin who was already on the verge of death, ignoring the female Count who was beside him.
Victoria, who was left to the side without any sense of presence, looked indescribably awkward, but there was nothing she could do. At this special moment, no matter how much power she had, she could not order these powerful professionals around.
Helpless, she could only order to appease the guests and seal off the news. Then, under the protection of a group of heavily armored guards, she walked back to Count's mansion, looking back every few steps.
But when she finally stood at the gate of Count's mansion and looked back, all she could see was the back of Many who had never looked back. The moving green magic patterns on his robe were like a layer of mysterious gauze, gently covering the man who saved her life.
Victoria bit her lips, but still turned and walked into the mansion.
"I won't ask you why you want to kill, I know you won't tell me."
Many squatted down and stared expressionlessly at Martin's eyes that were starting to lose focus. "What else do you want to say? I'm listening."
For assassins, especially those who did not leave any way out for themselves, interrogation would not work. Listening to what they had to say before they died might be able to find some clues, but if they were to interrogate, they would only be humiliating themselves.
Martin's mouth could not stop bleeding, and his breath gradually became inaudible, but he still tried his best to open his eyes and look at the man who stopped him from taking revenge. He whispered in a low voice, "Blood … Debt must be paid with blood … Even if I betray everything … I still have to achieve … my goal."
"You … stopped me … You will pay … for this."
After saying that, his eyes were fixed on the spot, and he exhaled his last breath.
Many reached out to brush his eyes, closed the assassin's eyes, and did not say anything.
Then he saw the hidden blade in Martin's left hand, and felt that it was a good thing, so he rolled up Martin's sleeve and removed the hidden blade, and put it into his space ring.
The rest of the bodies had been carried away by the guards, and Many did not go to take the other hidden blades.
The surrounding guards who were cleaning up the aftermath watched from afar, but did not dare to say anything. They watched Many take the things and leave, and no one dared to stop them.
Looking up at the sky, the dark night was filled with dark clouds, and there was an oppressive atmosphere.
The lively laughter outside Count's mansion and the cold and dead atmosphere in the venue were like two different worlds of ice and fire.
Many followed the group of people who were carefully escorting Karl, got on the carriage from the back door, and disappeared into the vast night.